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Terror at Twilight a Séadna* (pronounced: shay-na) Sonnet by Frank Coffman Doom! the blood-red sun is dying. Clings it close on western rim. Curséd Night is quickly nighing, Thick clouds weep; day graying grim. Grim the shape that in the shadows Grows at ancient forest’s edge— A Creature dread from Hell’s hollows Made by spell of Yellow Mage Magic dark has dragged it hither. Earth is not it’s normal home. And, now here, we know not whither It will wend, nor rather r